Sexy Beast II

by Kate Douglas, Noelle Mack

  A warm mouth fastened on her shoulder, nibbling and licking fit to wrest a carnal response from a stone statue—which she certainly wasn’t. Large hands joined in, capturing her breasts with hard palms.

  Desire stirred inside her, far livelier than she expected. Surely all that pleasure should have lasted her body for months? How could she want him again, and so quickly?

  Her libido paid no mind to such reasoning. Whatever he had, she definitely wanted—and soon—especially after a strategically placed nip sent fire darting down her spine.

  Deanna arched her back in encouragement, tilting her hips back and discovering his ready erection. Wanting her hands on him, she tried to roll over.

  Graeme’s arm tight around her waist prevented her from completing the motion. When she squirmed in his grip, impatient at its constriction, he growled at her.

  She froze in surprise. She’d heard him distinctly—he’d growled, low and almost menacing. She looked over her shoulder at him. “Graeme?”

  There was a sharp—even feral—light in his eyes when he met her gaze. A predator ready to pounce.

  Instinctively, Deanna raised her chin in challenge.

  Then he blinked and it was gone. But his erection remained pressed against her bum, communicating his intent. Before she could shift mental gears, he lowered his head to nibble along her throat, stealing her breath with little kisses.

  “Don’t move.” His hold on her relaxed slightly, but not enough for her to turn over. Anyway, his weight pressed down on her, the hard ridges of his abs gliding over her buns and thighs, effectively pinning her in place with his sheer mass. There was no way she could budge him from that position until he let her.

  Graeme continued to lick her shoulders, moving from side to side. He blanketed her with heat, his musky scent surrounding her until every lungful of air was filled with him. His hot hands painted tingles along her ribs and down to the tender skin of her groin.

  Deanna moaned in disbelief as now-familiar delight spiraled up from her belly, dark hunger making her womb clench like a tight fist, hot cream spurting in welcome. Her breasts throbbed, protesting his neglect.

  A hand slid farther down to cup her mound. Burrowing deeper, he found her clit and strummed it to quivering erection.

  Lightning struck, sparking off a bonfire of raw need. “Oh!” Deanna gasped as heat spurted through her body, her nerves suddenly buzzing with anticipation.

  “Oh, yeah,” Graeme rumbled above her, his fingers gliding over her wet slit. “You want more, don’t you?”

  “Please!” She couldn’t deny it, couldn’t deny her response. Shifting beneath him, she rubbed her tight nipples on the rough pile of the rug, hoping to ease the throbbing ache in the hard tips.

  Caressing her folds, he teased her with shallow, nudging probes of her sheath.

  “Deeper!” She needed more! Needed him stretching her to aching fullness with his thick girth.

  He thrust two fingers inside her, his palm grinding down on her mound. He homed in on her G-spot with uncanny certainty, honing her need with playful taps that upped her desire to quivering desperation.

  “Take me, Graeme!”

  “Open your legs for me,” he ordered in a guttural tone.

  She did so and felt him settle between her thighs. A hot brand slid down her bum to nudge her wet sex.

  Then he parted her lips with his fingers, holding her open while he pushed into her, delving into her creaming channel with short digs that jolted her sensitized nerves. “Damn, you feel so good.”

  Deanna clawed the rug, groaning with each shallow thrust as he drove home, sheathing his hard cock in her welcoming body. He reached so deep inside her from this angle that his complete possession nudged her womb, sending a fierce jolt of delight through her.

  Held in place by his grip on her upper arms, she could only lie there and take him…and that sure knowledge thrilled her. For once, she didn’t have to think, simply feel. The freedom left her breathless.

  Graeme rocked over her, his motions pressing her into the rug, each thrust drawing her climax nearer. Gradually, he increased his speed until rapture loomed like rolling thunder, heralding her imminent orgasm with rumbles of delight.

  Straining for release, Deanna thrust her hips back, meeting his lunges, the wet slaps of their bodies blending with her gasps and his grunts. Pleasure eddied in her belly, a delicious foretaste of explosive release.

  Just a little more!

  He ground his cock inside her, his thick shaft swirling over her sensitized inner membranes. His motion shoved her mound against the rug, jolting her clit.

  Pure lightning seared her.

  The tension snapped. Heat burst through her as the dam broke, spilling rapture in a roaring freshet of sensation that swept everything in its path. She gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer ferocity of her orgasm. “Graeme!”

  As Deanna tumbled in the aftermath, he made a guttural sound above her. Then she floated in velvet darkness, lost for a time from all the world while pleasure continued to resonate through her.

  “You okay?” A large hand stroked her back, the constant repetition somehow soothing to her sensitized nerves.

  “Oh, yeah,” Deanna couldn’t help purring, the languor suffusing her body more than compensating for the gentle ache between her thighs. Lying flat on the rug, she panted, feeling devastated by her response to Graeme’s lovemaking. To think that all this time she’d never believed herself capable of so much passion, only to be proven wrong with such irrefutable evidence.

  He got up and dealt with the used condom, discarding it in a trash can under the sink, his motions smooth and controlled, even graceful—unusual in such a big man. She hadn’t even noticed when he’d put it on. As he returned from the kitchen, he plucked some foil packs from a box on the couch, then stretched out beside her.

  Rolling over, Deanna blinked at the paperboard container. “They supplied the cabin with that?” Maybe fall color and fishing weren’t the only attractions of Woodrose.

  Graeme laid the packs on the hearth, his expectations clear. “These? I got them from the Jeep. I keep a box on hand for emergencies.”

  “You plan for emergency sex?” She frowned, wondering how many women he’d rescued and bedded before her.

  His snort interrupted her musing. “’Course not. Sex isn’t the only thing an unlubricated condom is good for. You can use them to keep small things dry, for example. Just plop whatever in and tie it off.” He caressed her hip, a possessive stroke that nevertheless sent a thrill of excitement speeding through her. “Do you really want to discuss alternative applications for condoms right now?”

  With desire once more stirring in her belly, Deanna had to admit she didn’t.

  “Ooooooh!” The feminine groan of exhaustion, complete with a breathless hitch that said “rode hard and put up extremely wet” to Graeme’s heightened senses, had his limp cock stirring with determined interest.

  He pried his eyelids up to stare at his impetuous member with disbelief. Again? He’d lost track of the number of times he’d taken Deanna that afternoon. It was a good thing they’d had lunch earlier or they’d have starved.

  The strength of his need for this woman, the sheer intensity of it, had Graeme gritting his teeth. After hours of mind-blowing sex, he was still as ready on the trigger as a randy buck. If his werewolf metabolism didn’t make short work of most drugs, he’d have suspected someone had doped his morning coffee with Viagra.

  Damn, what was it about her that got to him so quickly? The way she’d fought to survive when she’d been trapped in the car? Her quiet determination to get things done? Was that what he found so attractive? Or was it something more basic?

  Surely it couldn’t be that pheromone thing his father had told him about? The scent is unmistakable, like a shot of pure wanting straight to the gut, bypassing the brain and short-circuiting good judgment.

  But that sounded exactly like what happened to him around her. He couldn’t deny her scent g
ot to him exactly that way.

  Could she be?

  Was that it? As basic as female to male? Survival of the species?

  He frowned, uncomfortable with the possibility. Like many of his agemates, he’d struck out on his own, moved away from the pack, because there was no hope of finding a mate within the clan. His female cousins all smelled like kin. Then, after all his hunts, he just happened to stick his snout between the breasts of a suitable female? The first solid candidate he comes upon turns out to be one with valor that appealed to more than his cock? That didn’t happen in real life.

  The sense of Fate taking a hand in random events was a hair disconcerting. He’d always thought of himself as someone in control of his own life. Now this?

  Could she really be—

  Deanna turned in his arms, her gentle curves gliding over his chest. A potent distraction. Her nipples hardened to stiff peaks, poking at him insistently, the sweet contact touching him with fire and banishing all logical thought.

  The smell of sex and sweat and pure Woman wafted past his nose and zinged straight to his groin.

  Who cared about Fate? Here and now was fantastic, and that was all that mattered.

  Graeme bent down to take a tight, rosy nub between his lips, coaxing it to greater extension.

  Their earlier bouts of lovemaking had passed in an intoxicating haze of pleasure. Now, he took the time to appreciate his good fortune.

  He’d always been a breast man and—despite his already high expectations from his first up-close and personal encounter with her pair—Deanna excelled on that front. She filled his hands sweetly, soft and high and firm. Just the right size. Perfect.

  Bending down, he brushed his cheeks against her, reveling in the velvety feel of her mounds and their hard tips. He plumped them together, burying his nose in her cleavage, and inhaled her marvelous scent. Damn, but she smelled so good. His cock twitched in definite agreement, swelling as his blood and judgment rushed south.

  He toyed with her nipples, watched them tighten further, flushing red under his manipulations.

  Moaning softly, Deanna squirmed under him, her scent strengthening, sweat beading between her breasts.

  Another deep breath had his head swimming, his cock aching to be held. But not yet. He wanted to enjoy the moment a little longer.

  Tracking the source of her musk, he slithered downward, rubbing his face over her smooth, so feminine body, admiring up close the gentle curve of her belly with its even, pale-gold tan, until finally he reached the light brown curls at the top of her thighs, the crisp hairs tipped with cream.

  The potent spring of everything he wanted.

  He spread Deanna’s delicate ruffles to find her clit beneath its hood. Dipping his thumb into her cream, he stroked the little nub to erection, grinning to himself when a choked gasp sounded above him. He thrust a finger into her slit, groaning as her wet flesh welcomed him with a tight squeeze.

  Keeping his thumb rolling over her shaft, he coaxed more cream from her pussy, breathing deeply of her musky perfume. He’d never imagined anything could smell so wonderful. He pumped her, drawing out more cream, the sight of her obvious arousal capturing all of his attention. Adding more fingers, he experimented with other strokes.

  Her hips rolled as he caressed her. “Graeme!”

  Smiling at her response, he panted to rein back his need, ignoring the throb of his aching cock as he redoubled his efforts, but it only drew more of her entrancing scent into his lungs. Unable to resist, he took her swollen clit between his lips and sucked it, using his tongue to play with her nub.

  She shrieked in surprise, her hips jerking gratifyingly. Cream spurted from her slit, covering his palm with her passion—a blatant invitation he couldn’t ignore.

  Mindful of the risk, he grabbed a condom, tore the pack open with his teeth and sheathed himself single-handed.

  Deanna tightened around his fingers, squeezing them urgently, her slick walls sliding around them like wet silk.

  Unable to resist the summons any longer, he rose above her, aimed his cock at her slit and thrust hard, working into her until he was hilt-deep and wrapped in hot, wet pussy. Honeyed pleasure shivered through him as her inner muscles fluttered around his length, gripping him firmly.

  Deanna wrapped her thighs tight around him, her back arched in the extremity of her need. As she met his thrusts, she chanted his name in a husky contralto that was just short of a growl. Her sexual flush painted the slopes of her breasts with red, the wash of color sweeping up her throat and deepening the pink of her lips and cheeks. The very picture of femininity. Absolutely lovely.

  Yet he knew there was more.

  Had to be more.

  Instinct told him she had yet to reach some nameless peak. And only he could get her there.

  His hands locked around her ass, Graeme drove into Deanna, pumping his hips to the roaring drumbeat in his ears. Wildfire gathered in his balls, streaking up his cock with each thrust. It burned down his control to bare threads, scorched by the ecstasy that threatened to break free.

  And still she wasn’t there.

  Beneath him, Deanna sobbed, the tension in her pussy ratcheting tighter by another notch until she quivered around him, right at the brink of release. Almost scalding him with the intensity of her hunger.

  His gut said she was almost there, would get to that peak…if only he could hold out.

  She writhed around him, her sheath touching him with heat lightning all along his length.

  The electrifying friction destroyed Graeme’s control. The fire in his balls burst free, boiling up his cock like a geyser flashing over. Raw pleasure rocketed up his spine to explode in his brain.

  The edges of Deanna’s form shimmered briefly, like a mirage on a hot day.

  What the—?

  Her scent strengthened, sweet and full of carnal promise, an intoxicating whiff that made the room swim around him. His cock throbbed, the pounding of his blood a roaring in his ears.

  Later. He’d consider the implications of what he’d seen and everything else that needed thinking about later. Right now, all that mattered was the feel of Deanna melting over his cock, squeezing him for all he had, fluttering around him as she convulsed in rapture.

  Graeme gave himself up to the moment and over to the firestorm raging in his balls, letting it blow through his body as he pumped Deanna to ecstasy.

  But as he floated in the aftermath of their passion, the image of her blurring in his arms clung to his memory.

  4

  Deanna’s sheath fluttered again, the latest wave from her most recent orgasm wafting her higher. She moaned wordlessly, lost in sublime satisfaction. No matter how many times Graeme pleasured her, she still couldn’t get enough of him.

  Pip-pip-pip. Pip-pip-pip. Pip-pip-pip.

  The shrill sound came as a rude shock to the senses. “What’s that?”

  “Ignore it.” The muttered command came from chest level where Graeme was nuzzling her breasts.

  The insistent beeping continued, its urgency unabated. Too insistent for her to ignore despite the toe-curling incentive her lover continued to provide.

  She turned her head, searching the room for the sound’s source. Eventually, she narrowed it down to somewhere under the sofa, then spotted a black watchstrap sticking out. “Yours, I think,” she gasped, around a sudden dart of pleasure that streaked from her nipple to her core.

  By the merry rumble she got in answer, Deanna wasn’t sure he’d heard her. She grabbed the short bristles of his hair. “Graeme.”

  Releasing the tingling bud reluctantly, he looked up. “What?”

  “It’s your watch,” she answered, reciprocating his lack of enthusiasm for the interruption. But the least he could do was turn the blasted alarm off.

  He gave the beeping device on the floor a look of grim dislike. “Shit.” But instead of merely reaching over, he rolled off her and snatched it up.

  Grunting something imprecatory, he searched the room,
then went out to the porch, returning with clothes in hand. He tossed some in her direction, then started dressing.

  Feeling exposed in her supine position, Deanna sat up, hugging her knees to her chest as she watched all that eye candy disappear under knit and twilled cotton. “Where’re you going?”

  Graeme pulled his T-shirt down over his head. “Work. I’ve got to go now or I’ll be late.”

  It was going on five already?

  “Will you…?” She stared up at him, feeling awkward. How to ask if he’d be back when what they’d shared that afternoon didn’t qualify as a one-night stand or a quickie? And should she invite him back when she wasn’t even sure what she wanted from him?

  “My shift ends at two. That’s probably too late…”

  “That’s okay. I…” Could she tell him she wanted to see him again when they weren’t even dating? Would saying so automatically mean sex? Even though it was true, she wasn’t comfortable admitting it, just like that.

  Disregarding her bra in the interest of haste, Deanna separated the pieces in the pile of clothing he’d thrown down and put them on, tucking her tank top into her shorts just as Graeme slipped his socked feet into his shoes. When she looked up, he was at her side, reaching out to tilt her chin up and claim her lips.

  She sank into the kiss, closing her eyes as his heat enfolded her senses. Sure, she was leaving for Hillsboro as soon as her things were recovered, but this was wonderful for now.

  Pip-pip-pip. Pip-pip-pip. Pi—

  Deanna recoiled, startled by the sudden noise. Heard almost next to her ear, the beeping was even more jarring. “Go!”

  Shaking his head as though trying to clear it, he stepped back and opened the door. While crossing the porch, he said over his shoulder to her, “I’ll be by tomor—”

  He stumbled, caught himself with a hand on a post, then swore. Deanna had started forward at his misstep, but relaxed when he chuckled ruefully.